So, I'll update one story one month, promise an update the following weekend, then update a different story months later, and then update like a shitton of chapters, then nothing for three months… Sounds legit. I got a few random plot bunnies recently, and decided to act on them now that I had the little inspirations. My plot bunnies and inspiration comes in small doses though. Like, an entire story could have been inspired by one paragraph, or one scene I thought up in my head. I'm weird. Also, I hope you enjoy my new OC. x3
Enjoy! :)
Munkustrap hummed to himself as he walked out to his truck, taking his time to walk through the nearly empty hallways as he neared the front door to the school. He walked out onto the main steps, eyeing the area in which he spent his mornings, and then continuing to his truck. Wading through the half full parking lot, he reached the old black truck, opening it with a slight tug, and hopping inside. The tabby adjusted his glasses, taking a moment to choose a disk from a small booklet in the glove compartment, settling on an old Seether album.
Meanwhile, the bell had rung about ten minutes ago at Deuteronomy Middle School, where a thirteen year old Abby Dominick stood in a small circle of her friends. Abby was the little step-sister of Mac, Tugger and Munkus, in the 7th grade. Unlike her step-brothers, Abby was human, like her mother. She had long wavy golden brown hair, a light layer of freckles and mossy green eyes. She, like her eldest brother, wore glasses with thick frames. Her circle of friends were two human girls in her grade, and two cats, one a yellow tabby tom-kit, named Chance, the other a white queen-kit with brown and black specs, named Electra.
"Jeez, Mom's usually never this late."
"Call her?"
Her human friend, a fair haired African American girl named Stella, suggested healf heartedly as she stared off in the distance at a boy across the quad. The youngest Dominick sibling was pulling out her cell phone when she heard the muffled tune of a loud stereo and the screeching of tires.
"Munkustrap?" she looked up, seeing her brother's car parked in the distance.
She looked from Stella to her brother's truck, which sat in the school's parking lot in a loud idle. She picked up her back, hugging a couple of her friends goodbye, "See you later guys, my brother's here." She then started walking at a fast pace for her brother's truck, a few calls of goodbye coming from her friends as they drowned out in the sounds of cars passing by from the busy street just short of the parking lot. Abby opened the passenger door of the car, seeing her eldest brother banging his fists on the steering wheel, singing loudly to the song blasting through the truck's stereo.
"SHE'S GOT NOTHIN' TO SAY, SHE'S GOT BILLS TO PAY!
SHE'S GOT NO ONE TO HATE, EXCEPT FOR ME!"
"MUNK!"
The tabby startled, jumping in startlement before turning down the stereo enough to hear his little sister as she buckled her seatbelt. He blushed slightly, chuckling as if she didn't see any of that. He ruffled his sister's hair, "Hey, Kiddo, how was the first day back?"
"Alright. Jess, Chance and Stella might come for a sleepover this weekend."
"You sure Mom would let Chance and, who was it? Jess? –stay over?"
"I dunno, probably. I've spent the night at Jess' before/"
Her brother groaned in defeat, slumping as he started driving away from the school, nodding his head to the song still playing through the speakers, "Mom never let me or Tugger spend the night with girls."
"She knows you guys too well."
"Oh, shut it, Ab. You should know I'm a respectable adult."
"You're such a dork, I come in and you're rocking out to that song like you weren't in public."
The tabby scoffed, "Puh-lease, I knew what I was doing.", rolling his eyes with a smile as he turned onto the main road, skidding along through different lanes to get past cars in his way, "Oh, and I have a date tonight." Abby giggled at that, almost getting into a laughing fit, "Shut up, you so don't!"
"Fine, I don't, but I have a fake date, to make my friend's guy jealous!"
"Who is it this time? Victoria? Rumpleteazer?"
"Bingo."
"Who's bingo?"
Munkustrap rolled his eyes again, deliberately making a sharp left so that his sister would crash herself into the passenger door. He hit it with a small yelp as Munkustrap began to laugh, "Oops."
"You suck, I hate you!," she laughed, rubbing her side.
"Shut up, and let's get some ice cream," said her brother as he made another sharp left into the parking lot of a Baskin Robbins.
oooOooOooo
"Munk? Where are you?"
"On my way, Rump, just give me a few."
"Don't call me tha', it's like you're calling me a bum!"
"Well 'Teazer' just sounds dirty."
Abby laughed at this as her and Munkustrap were in the car yet again. He offered to drive her down so she could meet a few friends to see a movie. But first, the tabby had to pick up his 'date', who was waiting for him on the front porch of her house. The silver one hadn't been to this part of town before. It was on the opposite end of where he lived, still a suburb, just not one he was particularly familiar with. He pulled his truck in front of Rumpleteazer's house, honking his loud horn at her even though she was right though. He turned to Amy, "Back seat, Squirt!"
"Yeah, yeah"
Rumpleteazer opened the door, tugging at it a bit to get it open as she climbed inside. She was wearing a lacy red spaghetti-strapped top with a blue pair of tight jeans, which, Munkustrap noted, showed off the curve of her legs rather well. He rolled his tongue audibly when she climbed in, "Lookin' sexy, Rumpleteazer!" he joked.
"Oh, god," snorted Abby from the back seat.
"Thanks," said Rumpleteazer with a smile and a slight blush, "So wha' are we seein' again?"
"Paranormal Schmucktivity 42, or something like that."
The calico giggled a little as they drove through down. The tabby had the same CD playing through his speakers still, as they drove through to the theater. Rumpleteazer's brain was going a mile a minute. She wasn't used to her thoughts compiling to rapidly. How would Mungojerrie think she looked? Would he notice her? Would he be snogging that bitch Amy the whole time? Would he even be there? She looked from the streetlamps and neon lights outside the window to the tom in the driver's seat. He wore a navy blue overshirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and a white v-neck. He was humming to the song as they drove, mumbling at bad drivers every now and again.
"And we're here!" he said as they pulled up to the theater.
He opened the door to his truck, jumping quickly out of the truck and onto the awaiting pavement, rushing around and picking up his little sister, to Abby's surprise, kissing her on the cheek, "Muunk!"
"Don't see bad movies, they're bad, and stuff."
"Got it, Boss."
He chuckled, bumping fists with his little sister before letting her run off to her friends, who were near the ticket counter. Rumpleteazer walked up to him ,and as planned, he wrapped an arm around her, searching a rather large crowd of high and middle school students on the Friday night rush for good movies. He easily spotted Macavity and Demeter in the crowd, while Rumpleteazer spotted Mungojerrie, and…and her. One though ran through their heads.
'How the actual hell am I going to pull this off?'
Part 2 will come soon, but I won't say when. I would have written it now, but it's really really late at night.
Love you all, sorry for my bad updating skills!
-RJ